Crooked Canvas

i am a crooked canvas

my lines are small and cross

my colors mixed in madness

my cracks now filled with loss

moments bring new colors

shades of becoming me

some are light and vibrant

others dark and free

brush strokes come in patterns

cycles that seem real

yet with each stroke

i cut my yoke

and dance to what I feel

feelings found their colors

layered on sated skin

yet with each splat

all hope fell flat

while drowning in my sin

who am i, i wondered

as images took new shape

fear a font of furry

that stabbed at me with hate

in the midst of my self loathing

i moved to seek some light

this dark red hue

neglects the blue

that called me in the night

moving out of darkness

i see new shades of green

with squinting eyes

i shed the lies

that melt in sun lights gleam

matt francis